I never really knew you, or connected with you (and I have a feeling that I will never, although we have four years to go with each other). But in the short time that I have interacted with you, I never really liked you. It would be much later though, that I would admit why. And you know why? You were beautiful. Not that I wasn’t (at least that’s what I do believe), it’s just that you were. And it’s not like you tried either; it just seemed so natural on you.
I was jealous. I wasn’t normally jealous. Maybe it had something to do with the crush I had on ********* at the time. Was he interested in you? I thought he was but I never found out, ’cause my crush on him lasted for about a week and I got over it. HAHA. :)) And that’s a topic for a later post too, cause he was really weird after that. But the insecurity with you is another thing. It’s one of those things that, when you start noticing you can’t help it. Twitter didn’t help (I’m not saying why); all I’m gonna say is this: DMs exist honey. Use ’em. 🙂
Anyway, I’ve kind of accepted that you can’t have everything. But it’s never bad to dream. Thanks for teaching me that, albeit unknowingly.
Lots of love,
slightly jealous and super insecure classmate
This is a response to the daily prompt for Aug. 3, which you can view here.